Intentionally, thoughtfully, prayerfully.
All sound so good,
But how?
How when there are clothes to be ironed, dinners to be cooked, and sermons to be written?
How when the world keeps saying, "What did you do today?"
How when the values seem to suggest the only proper response to, "How are you."
Is a hurriedly spoken, "Busy."
Intentionally, thoughtfully, prayerfully.
How to break into a new rhythm, a new groove, a new way?
How to move about this world without concern for the items crossed off my list,
Instead with attention to the people who cross my path.
Intentionally, thoughtfully, prayerfully.
Maybe not all at once.
Maybe slowly.
Maybe practicing day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute.
This might be the day rather than a rat race,
I decide to move at a sloth's pace.
And discover I can sense and experience and feel
Traces of God's grace, rather than a sacred blur.
Amen.
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